Discovering the lack of taxis out at 2am in a fairly small town, Claudia got a room on the second floor, and used much the same solution as Chris. Waking up the next morning on the couch, with the cartoon network blaring some Anime, and she had no idea where she was. Until she stumbled into the bathroom, seeing herself in the mirror, she groaned. Hell had certainly warmed over. And then it hit her. Chris last night, and everything that had happened, or didn't happen. He was staying in this hotel too. Claudia wasn't in the mood to see someone she didn't understand. There was nothing to pack up, so she left, hoping she wouldn't run into Chris. Of course, as fate would dictate, she ran into Chris. Taking the elevator down to the second floor, as the door opened, he was standing there. They both tried to ignore each other, until Chris reached out and pushed the emergency stop button.
"I'm insanely sorry. I'm a jerk, and I was mean, and hard to deal with, and it's not gonna happen again." Chris said, grabbing both of her hands. She just stood, shocked for a brief moment before responding, saying the first thing that came into her head.
"Hello, Chris." He smiled with relief, and embraced her, then pulled away to gauge her reaction.
"So, we're okay now?" he asked her excitedly. Claudia smiled warmly.
"I suppose. But - "
"forget last night," he interrupted, "It never happened. We can start from the beginning, where it should be started. And I promise, no slip ups this time. Nothing to make you or me regret anything. Its gonna be perfect…." He trailed off, placing his hands on her cheeks and staring at her for a brief moment before tilting his head, and kissing her gently. He pulled back slightly, but still lingered near her face, hands still on her cheeks. She wanted to move closer to kiss him, to have him kiss her, but his hands wouldn’t let her move closer. Chris kissed her again, longer this time, but just as soft, just as gentle. She felt his hands slip down from her face, quickly sweep through her hair, and make their way down to her waist. She threw her arms around his neck and toyed with the curls that rested on his back. Quickly, his hand darted out, pushed a button, and the elevator continued on its way.
"Why did you stop?" Claudia asked, still in his embrace, still playing with his hair.
"Because this is the last place I want anything important to happen." The door started to open, and he pulled away, picking up his bag with one hand, and holding onto her hand with his other.
"Chris, I don't know if I can forget what was said last night. Its kind of important, all that stuff."
"Yea, but I mean the argument. You should probably know that I've screwed a lot of chicks, and that none of them ever meant anything. But ignore the argument. It never happened, okay Claudia?"
"Got ya. NO argument, but you've fucked a plethora of chicks."
"hey, you stole one of my big, 10 dollar words!"
"Which one, plethora, or fucked?"